The Father’s Eyes-

FATHER SAID TO HIS SON-

“Son I hand you my sins-
This is my will son, for your life to begin-
A journey is ahead of you-
For 80 years you will fight-
Some days will be beautiful-
Some will be dark as night-
Hold strong my son and allow the world to see who you are-
Show them my boy of how to recover from scars-
Allow them to see the beauty in your soul-
Be ambitious my boy but don’t be driven by gold-
For snakes will want to hunt you-and try to hurt you-
You must stay strong and no matter where I am, I will never desert you”

THE SON ASKED HIS FATHER-

“Father how must I live-
Moments that cross my mind, make my soul not want to give-
I feel fearful father like I don’t know where to go-
I’m not sure my father if I am supposed to be warm or I’m supposed to be cold-
I’m scared now father for this is the end of my innocence-
And I’m not sure my father if I understand life and its relevance-
And now Father you are passing me your sins, and I’m not sure my Father if I’m ready for all this to begin-“

THE FATHER HELD HIS SON’S HAND AND SAID-

“Listen to me; you are an angel heaven sent to be-
A man and yet a solider fighting evil in the night-
A will of ambition not tainted by spite-
Go on now my son allow the world to see who you will become-
Don’t fear my boy-your mind is your gun-
Fight them with knowledge, compassion, intelligence and strength-
Feed them the word of love and give the love all your thanks-
I must leave you now boy-For the Father calls me home-
Hold strong my son for my kingdom is now your throne-
I love you my boy and this you will never forget-
I am in side you my son, and we bare us no regret-
I LOVE YOU”

The Father closes his eyes-
Off to heaven he was called-
Leaving his son to fight through the warmth and through the cold-
The Son stands up-For today a man was born-
Driven by love-Never tainted by scorn-
A hero arises in his father’s eyes-and in his father’s sins-
A righteous life will live all for the righteous beauty to begin-
The Son touched his father’s eyes and kissed him one last time-

“ I Love you Father and I will feel you in my soul-
I will see you in my mind-
I now bare your sins-as I will pass it to mine-
Then my son will be righteous doing your will as the blind-“

THE Son no longer feels his once past fright-

“I must go now father and fight the good fight-
I will miss you my father and forever goodnight”

The Son becomes the Father and the Father becomes the light-

BY
RICHARD ITSKOVICH

Slight-
I have a slight gangster mentality-That runs so deep it’s a poetic catastrophe-Its blasphemy and a tragedy if I don’t reach levels that come after me-
So come after me-

As I rip in tongues-As I hail from the lungs-let the words by the curves be slowly un-done-
The majestic one-The poetical son-

The able no fables releasing hell and its stables till the grapple unravels-in your mind I might dabble-Have you follow like cattle-if you battle than straddle the best of your babble-Biblical proportions beat you down to the gravel-

And in your grave you’re a slave to the rhymes I convey-Time to make way-Because the wisdom has made this intellectual given-profit that’s driven-ripping and hitting-Moving and living never loosing the rhythm-rhyme with precision-Plant my feet in position-The story been written by the way I’ve been gripping-My energy’s lifting the complete non-existent-time to raise your resistance-next to me you’re a distance-Descending and defending emcees to oblivion-

Hope you been listening-The lesson is interesting-Strategically moving in-your mind I’m consuming and you soul has been looted and your conscience is loosening-I move you like puppet strings-Spit syllable’s like mixed drinks-Turn your nightmares to dreams except when you scream-Hope your systems been clean because I carry the sickest flow you ever did see-

The poetical king-The most influential of beings-Ripping through seams-The star of the scene-

And I will infest through your vest burry deep in your chest-rip your soul to a mess-always passing the test-Eliminate stress-when the labels invest in the man they call Able always causing a wreck-Broke with no checks so the ambition don’t rest-It goes for the **** so I’m taking all bets-Look up to the best-Play my life like its chess-Making moves I will never regret-always making connects with rhytmaical sets-

As I stay relevant it’s time to pay up your rent-because you whack emcees don’t see I’m hell bent-

So I’m bending and breaking your necks as I’m taking you sprit from making any type of relation-ride with me you need maintenance-battle me become patients-Your style is vacant-Your lyrics are faking-Your like rap master bating-I’m like rap *******-On every occasion-I’m the spoken word liberation-Now I will crush all whack

emcees with complete annihilation-
Stop all the playing-

Pillow Talk-
I want to hold you tonight-
I want to consume and make love to you all night-
I want to kiss your lips and caress your hips-
Show you how your love gives me a ***** fix-
I just want to pillow talk-
See your eyes light and conversation spark as bodies lay in the dark-
I want to grow to know you-
Your tender ways-your loving grace-bless my days-baby stay-
Lay with me tonight-
Candles burn-My body yearns for all of your insight-
Lay fright at the door and allow my body inside yours-
Tonight is for lovers to soar-
And I adore the seconds that pass-And I grasp everything in my path-
This beautiful women maybe perhaps will be the one to outlast my everyday man crap-
Because the beat moves are passion-Sweating bodies pumping in compassion-
How fast and beautiful actions send attraction to the mental state of relaxing and all I am asking is for you to stay tonight-
Nothing more-
Just tonight-
Like I said before-this is for lovers to soar-
Making love till the sun breaks the shore and in the morning-Baby-we could do it some more-
And then we could pillow talk alone-
Conversations of life deeper than the baritone-
And tonight my body is your home-Saturated against each other in a zone-
Truth be told-
This is the greatest love I have ever known-
And I don’t want to let it go-
Because you are so beautiful-
And tonight is for lovers to soar-
So let’s pillow talk-
By:
Richard Itskovich

COLD CORNERS:

The cold corners of fate-
Are not the same for each individual face-
See some maintain prosperity while others lose the pace-
Streets become home and liquor stores become gold-
Begging for change in more ways than we know-
The shivers of life-Echo dreams that once were-
For an exchange of solitude has truly occurred-
And the pain is deeper than I could ever word-
So he lays alone in the jungle with concrete beds-
Never wanting more except for the prayers in his head-
Making peace with existence-As famine breaks bread-
No pride in this wilderness-
His hopes have mislead-
Once a prospect of fortune-now just socially dead-
Ignored by the common-considered a mess-
A crack fiend-A dope fend- A Vietnam Vet-
A mother- A father- An economical threat-
Not paying taxes- Just receiving regrets-
A patriot to a government that quickly forgets-
A ***-A loser-another social neglect-
A man- A women-An image that wont reflect-
Still making love on concrete beds-
Finding warmth by the moonlight and peace in the night-
Sirens are harmony-Traffic is a lullaby-
Awakened by beauty-Breakfast at sunrise-
Wanting acceptance-But socially declined-
Finding friendship in the cold corners of his mind-
Counting rain drops just to help pass the time-
Spoiled by memories so he lives in rewind-
Remembering moments when he had “an everyday normal life”-
Playing on off ramps-
A poet with a cardboard sign-
Copper is his fortune-but their kind are a dozen a dime-
So he sleeps and waits for the day he reaches the gates-
Asking for change on the cold corners of fate-
By:
Richard Itskovich

The boy-
The boy pushes forward-
So un-tainted by those tainted thoughts-
He inhales and exhales painting poetry with vocal gloss-
Using hip-hop to help composite a symphony-
Holding tightly in his grip his very own destiny-
And what re-mains most interesting-
The curiosity-
His curious nature brings-
It defining-
Him-
Which is so undefined-
Rendering his thoughts-One memory at a time-
Using a pallet of letters to continue to write his rhyme-
This here is his beauty-
His actuality-
His factory-assembly line-
And if you factor in-that kind-wicked heart-
You have continuous sunlight to aluminates the dark-
The spark is his-but the flame he deems yours-
The artistry is mine-But the fame is for ******-
Alone that boy stands ready for war-
Holding destiny in his hands-ready to soar-


PRIDE-PEACE-PRESSENCE-POETRY

My own train of thought-is my own train wreck-
Heaven sent the failure- just trying not to break my neck-
The cold steel is the weapon but the pen is so deadly-
Signing to the lord,-praise me his melody-
The blood that drips from my tiny slit eyes-
Is the blood that burns from all my goodbye’s-
And I promised never to say c’est la vie-
But right now in this moment I wish I could be-
A better man-with a stronger hand-
A better human whose vises are less consuming-
I console among a counsel of fends-
Villains and demons-expression-and dreams-
Hands in your pocket-Empty like your soul-
The devil is here-disguise it like gold-
So chase your cheddar if that makes you whole-
But the whole ******* thing goes around in circles.
And what goes around comes around-
And what goes up must come down-
Like the train wreck of life-it crashes with no sound!

Breathe
Right now I’m tired-
I’m beat-
I’m just weak-
I’m looking for you-
To sit by your feet-
And just listen to you breathe-
And breathe-
Most likely never exchange a word-
Just sit by your feet-
Because it’s the best place in the world-
And you Breathe-
And I am at ease-
In a symphony of peace-
Please-
Bear with me-
As I breathe-
And you breathe-
Lord I question your very means-
Still not understanding how you did this to me-
This I do selfishly-
Needing him more now than I ever could have believed-
Lord I am down on my bleeding knees-
Asking you to answer me-
But it’s just not happening-
And I am not understanding-
How you could be so commanding-
But won’t answer me as I am demanding-
I guess this is just damaging-
Soul examining-
Look for any reason to get a handle on things-
I apologize as I do this selfishly-
He is resting and I must realize I am nesting-
His memory is refreshing-
I close my eyes and I sit by his feet-
And I just listen to him breathe-
And breathe-
And at that moment I am at peace-